I’ve been busy journalling even though school and the commute has taken up a great deal of my time. I have had to eliminate some things, but the journey into spirit is critical and so i thought i’d share with you today’s page: I am…
The background is a window that was sandblasted somewhere in Belarus from windstorms and drought in the 70s.
Other motifs that appealed to me on an immediate visceral level:
- a phrase “into the heart”
- a pair of hands of a 103 year old woman knitting yellow mitts.
- a pair of ravens courting in the snow sharing a twig as a symbol of nest building.
And when the page was “finished” … although strictly speaking sometimes pages ask for more adornment as time goes on … this is what it spoke to me:
i am the crone who knits community together, who warms the way for women’s wisdom.
i am the old crow nest builder home maker…who caws to you to listen to your heart.
i am the curtain of thinnest finest fabric fluttering at the window … i see what you see only throw a dim glass.
i am the yellow of sunshine and dreams.
Maybe tomorrow it will have more to say. For now I’ll just look a little closer and listen to my heart.
I’d love to hear what you see…